Victoria had her arms crossed over her chest, as if she were irritated. She unclasped them and slid the window shut, then turned back to face the other two. "What are you doing up here? Aren't you both supposed to stay downstairs until I come for you?"
"We heard you say something." Katherine divulged. "You sounded angry. We were worried, so we came upstairs to look in on you."
"Oh, about that." Victoria noticed that Eleanor had reached out to flip on the light switch. "Leave the light off. The ghost should be back shortly."
"What happened up here?" Eleanor asked. "Will you tell us?"
"The ghost came into the bedroom, just like Katherine said it would." Victoria admitted. "But it came in here smelling like a garbage dump. I told it to march itself out of here until it got itself all cleaned up. I told it that I didn't want it to come back until it smelled like a perfect gentleman."
Katherine laughed. "You really said that?"
"Of course I did." Victoria confirmed. "I may be desperate for a man's company, but I'm not desperate enough to go into a garbage dump to find it."
"We should go back downstairs then?" Eleanor asked.
Victoria shook her head. "No. I think that if something is going to happen here tonight, we should all be witnesses to it. Otherwise, both of you will say I made it up."
"Even if the ghost does something erotic to you?" Eleanor asked. "You don't mind us watching?"
"Especially if the ghost does something erotic to me." Victoria quipped. "We all came here to do something together. If the two of you want to stay downstairs and miss the whole thing, then off you go! Besides, I'm not as insecure about my body as either one of you is."
"I never said I was insecure about my body!" Katherine sounded genuinely offended.
"If you weren't, you wouldn't be drooling over Eleanor all the time, now would you?" Victoria shot back. "Do you really think I hadn't noticed? Well, I'll have you know, that I have just as nice a figure as Eleanor, and maybe even better!" These last few words rang heavy with the pangs of jealousy.
Being nearest the bedroom door, Eleanor caught the whiff of men's cologne first. "Ladies, I think I smell something."
The other two paused from their bickering, and soon picked up the scent as well.
"What is that?" Katherine asked.
"Old Spice." Victoria deduced. "And while I'd rather have my men with a little splash of Capri Orange myself, if this is the best cologne they had at the ghostly department store, then it will have to do for now." She stepped directly into the center of the room, and demanded, "Ghost, come here right now!"
Sure enough, the other two women sensed the phantom stepping around them and towards its cruel new mistress.
Victoria addressed her compatriots. "See, all you need is a little sense of authority in these matters." She scanned around her immediate vicinity. "Now, where are you, ghost? Ah, there. I can sense you standing right there."
Shamelessly, Victoria reached up to grasp the zipper on her top, and zipped it all the way open. The soft sweater was soon discarded aside, and the jogging pants and sneakers were next to go.
In awe, both Eleanor and Katherine gazed at their friend's form, now clad only in a lacy pink bra and matching panties. Victoria was the plumpest of the three, with large D cup breasts that no longer jutted out as firmly as they once did, and a soft belly that was full, but not quite unsightly. Her meaty legs had never once been mistaken for those of a runner. However, Victoria was far from being an eyesore, for her age anyway, as her skin was pale and creamy and nice. Once she'd removed her bra, she exhibited breasts with very large and vague areola, and aroused nipples the size of the last segment of an average pinkie finger. After her panties had also been removed, the other women took in a neatly trimmed and dark red tangle of pubic hair as well. They both noted the way that Victoria placed her fists on either side of her waist, and lifted her chin in an imperious manner.
"Ghost, these are your orders." Victoria declared. "You will service me in the same way that you serviced Katherine, whom I must declare, is much too thin to be arousing to a sexual connoisseur such as yourself. Although I couldn't blame you if you didn't want to pleasure Eleanor, as she can be a pompous bitch on occasion, once you are finished with me, ghost, you will service her as well. But not to the same degree of quality as that which you've bestowed upon myself, of course, because that just won't do." Victoria then settled her voluptuous frame down on the carpet, and both lifted her knees and spread her legs. "If this is understood, you may proceed immediately."
Not more than ten seconds later, Victoria squealed in delight, as the mysterious licker got down to his task.
Eleanor didn't know whether to be angry or aroused, as she looked over at the gawking Katherine. The shorthaired woman had the lower portion of her face covered with her hands, with her eyes opened wide and registering surprise.
"I can't believe she's doing it." Katherine whispered.
"Well, I can't believe what she just said about us." Eleanor grumbled.
For the next few minutes, both women witnessed their portly friend being savaged by a phantom tongue. They heard the increased brevity of Victoria's breaths, as well an occasional lusty moan escaping from her lips. If either Eleanor or Katherine denied that they were getting turned on at that moment, they would have both been lying.
"You've heard that slogan, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" Katherine asked.
"No, not really." Eleanor answered.
"It means that whatever happens in this room tonight," Katherine explained. "Is not to be mentioned to anyone presently outside of this room. Kapish?"
Eleanor nodded, just as Katherine started pulling her long shirt over her head. "What do you think you're doing?"
Katherine offhandedly threw her shirt at Eleanor. "Well, I didn't come here tonight to be a spectator, that's for sure. You can stand there and be our cheerleader, if that's what you want to do."
Katherine stepped away, leaving Eleanor to gawk at her tiny, but proud, A cup breasts, her lean waist and toned legs. Finally, the blonde observed a tight butt that, while no longer tight enough to crack walnuts, still retained most of its shape and firmness. The lean woman's body had more of a manly shape, Eleanor considered, but without the cock that usually went with it.
Almost casually, Katherine lay down next to the panting Victoria. Gently, she reached out to caress the bigger woman's swollen mammaries. Victoria, who had her eyes closed, opened them at the other's touch. The two women, one lean and the other portly, gazed into one another's eyes longingly.
"I suppose," Victoria said hotly. "That in the absence of a man's lips, yours will have to do for now."
She reached up to cradle Katherine's neck in her hand, and brought the woman's head down to where their mouths would meet. Passionately, they kissed, with Victoria taking an occasional break to grunt out from the pleasure that was being thrust on her from way down between her legs.
And poor Eleanor, standing there quietly by the doorway, grew more aroused by the second. The gorgeous blonde found herself wishing that it were her mouth emitting some of those sensual sounds now echoing against the room's walls.
Resolutely, Eleanor said, "I am nobody's fucking cheerleader!"
The blonde took a step forward, only to pause in something approaching terror when Victoria suddenly shrieked. Katherine had invaded Victoria's private confines with her long fingers, she noticed. Katherine was stimulating her friend vigorously, producing so much noise from the other woman that in nearly unnerved Eleanor. Meanwhile, the ghost had slipped aside and upward, and had renewed its licking duties on Victoria's breasts. Eleanor knew that the ghost had shifted its position; this was evidenced by a pale sheen with a roughly human form, now intertwined with the bodies of the two ladies.
"Oh, my." Eleanor gasped. "The ghost is becoming more real!"
Victoria fought off Katherine's greedy fingers, and the ghost's licking. She was still panting heavily as if she'd been running a marathon.
Through her halted breaths she answered, "It's a known phenomena. If a person is apt to believe in the supernatural, then the supernatural will manifest itself more clearly. If a person doesn't believe, they won't see a thing. We must concentrate on making the ghost more real. In effect, he will become more real."
Katherine timidly reached out to touch the phantom, who was more or less clearly outlined in the darkness of the bedroom. "I can touch it, or him, I mean. His body feels like a tiny little jolt of electricity. It's nowhere near solid, though. More like a cloud or a mist."
"How do you know for certain that it's a him?" Eleanor asked.
"Dearie, he has a man's parts." Victoria replied. "I can feel them resting on my thigh." The portly woman sat up. "You must come an join us, Eleanor."
"But how?" Eleanor asked.
"Don't be simple." Victoria scolded her mildly. "You take your clothes off, and you come over here and sit right in between us. I'm sure one of us will figure out what to do next."
"Haven't you ever played naked Twister?" Katherine asked.
"No." Eleanor answered.
Katherine sympathetically glanced over at Victoria. "We simply have to get this woman to loosen up a little."
"Agreed." Victoria nodded. "Eleanor dear, what are you waiting for? Undress!"
A part of Eleanor would have rather made a run for the door, to avoid the entire bizarre scene. Another part of her recalled her wilder, younger days, such as when she'd asked a man to take her in the elevator of a high-rise. Or when she'd seduced two men at the same time. Even as Eleanor's inhibitions screamed at her to halt, she defied her own conservative nature and puller her long shirt over her head. This left her two girlfriends to marvel at her sultry figure clad in black lingerie. 34 C - 30 - 34, were her measurements.
Katherine whistled approvingly. "You look like you could have been a centerfold, once."
"I almost was." Eleanor admitted. "When I was still in college. The magazine refused to meet my price."
"I'll bet you're telling us the truth." The lean woman chuckled.
"Well, of course I am."
With as much of a regal air as she could muster under the circumstances, Eleanor reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. After this was removed, she leaned over to remove her panties, and allowed her magnificent breasts to momentarily dangle like ripe oranges.
In her most sultry tone, Eleanor stood up and asked, "Where do you girls want me?"
"Ooh, you just gave me chills with that voice." Katherine blurted.
"And judging from the heat exuding from our gentleman friend's party piece, I'd say he approves of you as well." Victoria agreed. "I know I do. Now come over here and sit between us."
Eleanor approached the trio and waited as they all scrambled aside, ghost included, to make room for her. She next slipped down onto her knees.
"Stop right there." Katherine said, giving the blonde vixen pause. Katherine lay down directly in front of her, and close enough to wrap her trim thighs around Eleanor's legs. "Now, come to mama."
Eleanor thought she'd been shocked enough that evening, but this might have been the peak of her astonishment. She had never been intimate with another woman in her entire life. Yet here she was, with her naked thighs rubbing against Katherine's, and with Katherine staring at her as if she was about to get the best birthday present she'd ever seen.
"You used to be so wild." Victoria reminded her. "I remember all those stories you used to tell me, about how you were willing to try anything..."
Well, she could still be wild, Eleanor resolved, as she leaned forward and positioned herself on her hands and knees. Katherine could barely contain her lust. As soon as Eleanor was on all fours, the wanting woman inched up far enough for her eyes to be level with Eleanor's. A fraction of a second later, and Katherine's hands were doing their best to engulf her breasts. And poor Eleanor, who hadn't had her breasts touched in so, so long, was instantly shuddering and relishing the sensual groping like a randy schoolgirl.
"You're such a delicious bitch." Katherine envied her, keeping her gaze constantly locked on Eleanor's. "If I had a cock, I'd fuck you raw."
Eleanor became so absorbed with Katherine's fondling, that she barely noticed Victoria slipping away from her. The blonde didn't even know her friend was gone until she heard Victoria's voice a few moments later.
"I think he's ready for you, ghost." Victoria said.
"Ready for what?" Eleanor asked, only to feel a pair of very cold hands grab onto her meaty and upraised ass.
It was the phantom, she realized, ghost-handling her from behind, while Katherine woman-handled her from below. And not only that, but she felt another strong shudder as ghostly thighs moved in closer to hers. Something that was a combination of both cold and hot poked at the outer edges of her engorged pussy. In a gentle, steady motion, the ghost inserted its prick into her.
"How does that feel?" Victoria asked.
Eleanor shut her eyes and groaned with pleasure, as the prick invaded her hot insides with its strange and tingly substance. It felt like a cold popsicle, and a hot poker at the same time. It buzzed as if it had a low wattage attached to it. As to how it felt, the only answer she could give was, "Incredible!"
While holding her butt in place, the ghost began thrusting at her in earnest. Eleanor moaned and groaned just as enthusiastically, until she opened her eyes and saw her enthralled audience lying below. Katherine's inflamed eyes gave Eleanor the impression that she was just as aroused as Eleanor was.
"Come down here." Katherine ordered.
Eleanor complied. It was too much for her to even attempt to kiss Katherine, as her mouth was opened wide, and her breaths hearty and lustful from the multiple assaults she was enduring. This didn't falter Katherine in the slightest, as the leaner woman was more than content to lather her kisses on Eleanor's cheeks and throat. Once the leaner woman snagged a breast with her lips, it was as if she were attempting to devour it.
As for the ghost, well, who knew what was really going on its head. It probably thought it had hit some kind of jackpot, by getting a chance to cavort with what most wealthy men wouldn't hesitate to reign in as a trophy wife.
Eleanor's inevitable and throaty orgasm erupted onto the side of Katherine's face. In return, Katherine sought to somehow control it by embracing Eleanor's sultry body and squeezing it tightly. Still, the ghost maintained its fervor, prolonging the climax far longer than any mortal man could. Finally Eleanor could take no more of the sensual abuse. She threw herself to one side to catch her breath.
Katherine, as if she meant to follow and mount the woman like some sort of predator, reached out with a slender arm. She'd barely twisted onto her side, only to sense the ghost pouncing on her next. One of her legs was yanked up and into the air, while the ghost sat astride her remaining thigh and penetrated her from the side.
"Oh!" Katherine cried out sharply, as the phantom impaled her and successfully marked her as its next target.
Ghostly hands ran the length of Katherine's middle and clutched at her small breasts. Ghostly fingers even dared to press into the startled woman's mouth and demand attention there. Katherine closed her mouth over them, licking at them and running her tongue all over their tingly lengths. The ghost then tightly gripped her abdomen, and resumed the hurried throttling it had commenced on Eleanor just moments before.
Victoria noticed that Eleanor was watching the bizarre frenzy with more than a little fascination. She asked, "Do you think a ghost can have an orgasm?"
"I certainly hope it doesn't have one too quickly." Eleanor admitted. "I'd like to get in line and go on that ride again!"
"Not before me!" Victoria grinned, after which she crawled over to Eleanor's side. "I want to try something. Kiss me."
"I can't. You're my best friend. I wouldn't feel right about it."
"Fine, then let me kiss you." Victoria didn't wait for a reply, as she moved in and planted her lips firmly on Eleanor's.
Eleanor tried to be passionate about it, but she couldn't. She soon gave up trying. "I'm sorry. I told you, I can't."
"I know." Victoria replied. "I can't either, not really. At least, not with you. I just don't see you as a sexy woman. I mean, you have a great body and everything, but I only see you as my best friend. The same way that you see me, I suppose. But with Katherine, there's something different. I was so jealous that she wanted you, and not me, for all this time. For some reason, the thought of making love to her would always get me excited. Why do you suppose that is?"
"Perhaps she reminds you of a man, more than I do." Eleanor suggested. "She does to me, anyway. With the right haircut and wardrobe, I'm sure Katherine could even pass for one."
"Do you really think that's it?" Victoria asked. "I'd like to kiss her again, but I don't want to leave you out in the cold."
"You won't. Go ahead and have your fun."
A naughty look crossed Victoria's eyes. "I dare you to put your hands on her."
"I couldn't." Eleanor shook her head. "I've never done that to a woman before."
"I have." Victoria revealed. "With my French maid, shortly after I kicked my Harry out. I couldn't see myself cheating on my husband with the butler, even though Harry had already cheated on me with his whore of a secretary. So I chose the maid instead." She grasped Eleanor's wrist and led her closer to the steamy action. "Come on."
Katherine, still lying on her side, bit at her bottom lip with her eyes tightly shut, as the ghost engaged in long and deep strokes and continued to ravage her body. It seemed as if she was barely controlling herself from screaming out loud.
Playfully, Victoria lay down just behind Katherine, reaching around the woman's middle to tease her nipples. Katherine had to momentarily displace the ghost, as she turned over on her opposite side. The moment she was settled, the ghost went back to work on her. The two women played with each other's breasts, giggling and smiling at one another, until Katherine pulled Victoria close. The leaner woman stifled her moans on the other's shoulder, and shuddered in an explosive climax. Katherine tried to outlast the ghost, too, but as with Eleanor, the ghost's stamina proved too much for her.
In the end, Katherine cried out, "Enough! That's enough! I can't take any more!"
Victoria knew wasn't as daring as Katherine, or as glamorous as Eleanor. With a great amount of determination, she sought, for once, to outdo them both.
"Ghost," Victoria demanded. "Lay down right here in the middle of this bedroom."
The ghost complied. Although Victoria tried several times to mount the not-quite-solid form, each time she ended up smacking her rump on the carpet. She admonished the other two ladies for her failure.
"You're not concentrating hard enough!" Victoria tried a couple more times, until she finally gave up on it. "Oh, fiddle!"
As a last recourse, Victoria lay down on her back and ordered the ghost to do its worst to her. Of course, the ghost took up the mandate, for what else did it have to do, besides mope around the apartment all night and haunt the place?
"I want a good thrashing, do you hear me?" Victoria told it. "I want to be able to look at these two sluts directly in the eye tomorrow, and tell them that you gave me the best you had. I want to say that I took it all when they couldn't!"
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